The Two Towers Audiobook Novels & Stories

Afraid to move, my heart thumped even louder. I did my best to tell myself that this was my place as a slave, but I couldn't get used to it. After all, I came from a rich family too. "Why are you trembling? Are you scared?" Hearing the deep voice, I looked up and suddenly found his face not all that scary. And then there were those eyes that gleamed as brightly as the stars. "I'm not scared, but just a little hungry."

" I looked around and realised that the winds blowing made all the leaves surround me in a circular manner Like they were engulfing me to soothe me The water in the lake looked a lot more blue Like blue lights were being emitted by the water The old man passed me a reassuring smile "She is here son watching you....telling you she is here with you...." I found an unknown courage inside me and got up on my feet "Don't worry Ezra your mate is coming ....you can't die unless your wolf defeats me.....the thunder wolf may have power of thunder but I have power of love.."

His smile is warm, genuine, but the fear in his eyes is real and naked. The Towers are dead ahead. The path leading to it is cracked and dirty. Weeds grow through the gaps in the cobbles, and creepers grow over the path like snakes, trying to tangle around our feet and trip us up. Wordlessly, I rush ahead, my heart breaking when I see The Towers. They don’t look the same. I run to my favourite one, The Balance, and touch her. She pulsates under my fingers. She resonates on a different frequency now, discordant with the rest of the world. Thick black veins run through the once beautiful rose-coloured obelisks that reach up beyond the clouds.

Instead, I said, “So what? More instructors? Another round of trials?” She shook her head. “No. I’m assigning you a personal tutor.” Something about the way she said it made the hair on my arms rise. “Who?” I asked. She smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. The Tower of Shadows hadn’t been used in over a century. Its top floor had been sealed, warded with blood magic so old it was practically sentient. I felt it before I stepped through the door — that low hum of awareness, like the stone itself was watching me.

The rotunda atop the tower was glowing with an eerie light that changed from purple to deep blue as we beheld it. We entered the tower by the western gate, beneath the Bull, and made our way directly to the base of the tower. There were only two doors in the whole of the base. “One of these leads to the vaults, the other to the summit of the tower,” said Patterson. “Which do we choose?” I asked. “Whichever one leads us to the Gate,” said McKendrick. “But which is that?” “The third tractate of the Vos Hokkumah scrolls instructs us to think with the ‘mind of God,’” said Patterson. “The Codex Conscienta tells us that God descended to the material plane in order to achieve the ultimate ascendanc

POV: Gabriel The crystal spires were making sounds they had never made before. Gabriel stood in his tower and listened to them and tried to find the language for what he was hearing. Not the eternal harmonies, those flawless interlocking frequencies that had been the sonic architecture of his existence since before he had been aware enough to notice them. Something else. Something that moved through the crystalline walls with the specific quality of a structure discovering that the forces acting on it exceed its design tolerances, not breaking, not yet, but the sound of material under pressure that it was not built to hold.

I said. "Let us save the details and enjoy this ride," he said. I was a bit scared but he helped me seat down on the carpet. "Isn't it beautiful from up here?" He asked. "It is wonderful, look, the church," I pointed like a child. "It is wonderful, look at the twin towers," he said. "The shining lights," I said. "This is a whole new world all together from here," he mentioned. "The sights are just Unique," I had to admit.

I look at her pleadingly and show her my hand that I raised to show that I’ve promised and that I’m not gonna break it. She looks at be unbelievably and sigh. “Fine. Don’t forget it on Monday, Avis.” She said as she points her finger on me. I smiled wildly at her. Then, I notice a book beside her bag on the table. It is a book about….. gods? I can’t see the whole title, but it is about gods and deities.

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"Mommy, don't listen to him! He's the one who appeared out of nowhere and started stealing all my nutrients! Now, he even wants to make you misunderstand me!" Lucky's voice rang out, so aggrieved and pitiful that it made my heart ache. I quickly patted my belly to comfort him. "Don't worry, Lucky. I won't believe in some random, unexplained voice!" I looked around, trying to find the source of the other voice, only for it to appear again. "Mom, stop looking. I'm Sunny, I'm right inside your belly!